Page 90 of The Sweet Spot

“Hold on,” he says, pressing one more kiss against my mouth before getting up and going to his desk. There’s a crinkle as he returns with a condom in hand. He rolls it on and then climbs back onto me as I gaze up at him, running my hands up and down the warm, smooth skin of his back. Our eyes lock. I thought I was ready for him, but nothing prepares me for theway he feels. It takes a moment for my body to adjust.

Pausing, he withdraws and then slides in again, this time fully seating himself. “You okay?” he whispers, kissing my jaw.

“Yeah,” I whisper back, holding him close to me. “I…” I swallow, closing my eyes. “I love how you feel inside me.”

“You have no idea how good it feels, Wren.” Balancing on his forearms, staying close, he moves in and out of me in slow, measured thrusts. “So good.”

I bring my legs up, and he grunts in satisfaction, gripping my thigh and hiking it higher so he can go deeper. “I’m not gonna last like this,” he grits out after a moment, his face caught between pain and pleasure.

I tighten around him.

He exhales harshly, something between a laugh and a groan. “Hold on.” Pulling out, he turns me onto my stomach and yanks my hips up. Entering me from behind, he holds my hip with one hand and slips the other beneath, stroking me.

The effect is mind blowing. Flashes of another orgasm threaten to overtake me, and I grasp the sheets, eyes clenched shut. “Luca…”

He groans, picking up the pace. He’s so deep, we’re so close.

I fall dizzily over the edge, crying out, and he follows, our skin slapping together every time his body hits mine. His fingers dig into my skin as he comes, and then he relaxes, pulling me down to his side. Wrung out, heartbeat struggling to slow, overwhelmed by how good the sex was, I look at him in the dim light. He presses his thumb to my cheek, angling my faceto his to kiss me once more.

“I need to go take care of this,” he says, peeling himself away.

Boneless, I turn to my side and watch him walk to the bathroom. The faucet runs for a moment, and then the shower goes on. He comes back, running his hand down my spine and over my behind. “Come shower with me.”

Luca

I’m not sure what wakes me up. The muted rumble of a silenced cellphone maybe, somewhere on the hardwood floor. Rubbing a hand over my face, I open one eye and peer at Wren, who lets out a soft snore before shifting onto her side.

The movement drags her part of the sheets down, revealing the smooth, lightly tanned skin of her back. The sweeping slope of her hip. Images of last night flit through my foggy morning brain…Wren, on her knees, pulling me back to bed…the way she took me, how warm she was from her mouth all the way down. Her eyes. God, her eyes. Even in the dark, I could see the way she looked at me. Trust. Lust. I run a fingertip down her spine, and she shifts again, sighing in her sleep. Her hair is tangled and wild, begging for my hands to get lost in it.

Palming my uncomfortably stiff dick, I slip out of bed and pad to the bathroom. Waking up with morning wood is nothing new but having Wren here beside me is. I’m caught between wanting another round with this pretty girl and letting her sleep peacefully at my side.

But she’s up when I return, drinking from a glass of water I had on the nightstand. The blankets are back in place, pulled up to her chin.

I smile a little, unaccustomed to this tugging feeling in my chest. “Hey.”

“Hey. What time is it?” She blinks against the pale light seeping in through the drapes, her voice husky and sweet.

“Just past nine.”

“Mm.” She gives me a tiny smile. “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept great.” I give in to the urge to touch her, resting my hand on her sheet-covered hip. “You?”

“Great.” She yawns, the apples of her cheeks pinkening. “Guess you wore me out.”

Any self-control I may have had evaporates at her words. Reaching under the covers, I pull her onto my lap, grinning when she laughs and flails, her hands landing on my chest. Her eyes fly to mine when her lush nakedness meets the hard insistence of mine.

She looks just the way I knew she would, skin flushed from sleep and arousal, long, wavy hair tossed around her bare shoulders. She’s got tan lines. My dick twitches. “You’re so pretty.” I reach up to push her hair over her shoulder, needing an unobstructed view of her tits. They’re just as fucking sweet as I knew they’d be, small and full and perky, pink-brown nipples like ripe summer fruit. My mouth waters for another taste.

“Even now?” She laughs quietly, touching her hair. But she lets me look my fill, her eyes never leaving my face. “You’re the pretty one, Luca.”

“Yeah?” I settle my hands on her hips and stare at her. There’s no denying that she’s beautiful, but her inner beauty is what keeps me interested.

“First time I saw you, at the boardwalk. You were with the guys, and I thought you were so hot.”

“Oh, yeah?”

She swallows. “You were my type.”

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